| In time we’re all gonna show our age,
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| Like colored birds in a dusty cage,
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| And the emptiness from which we came,
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| Will strip us from our father’s names.
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| And there’s nothing lost, and nothing gained,
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| There’s nothing different, and nothing’s the same,
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| But while our hearts will stop and start,
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| Two eyes greet the day,
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| We’ll pay the price we’re taught to pay
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| When all the tears run down you face,
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| And all that’s left is the pressure under grace,
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| Will you arm your self with a cold metal skin,
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| So one gets out, and no one gets in.
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| And there’s nothing lost, and nothings gained.
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| There’s nothing different and nothing’s the same,
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| But while our heart will stop and start,
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| And two eyes greet the day,
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| We’ll play these game like we’re taught to play |